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An Item Called Happiness

A poem by Tahli Benson

Do we really know what it means to be completely happy?

These days it seems like happiness is a misplaced item.

Everyone is so obsessed with,

Finding something other than themselves,

To provide them with the happiness,

The happiness that we are all searching for.

But you see, the thing is,

Happiness isn’t an item.

So why do we treat it like it is?

Placing our happiness into what money can buy us,

Or placing it all onto one person who we claim to be “the one.”

But money doesn’t last,

And people don’t always stay.

So when our source of happiness is gone,

That’s when we are left feeling broken and upset.

Trying to pick up the pieces of ourselves,

But it’s like trying to fix a shattered mirror.

There are parts missing.

And we’re wondering where all our happiness went,

And asking why it had to leave.

But it’s only when you realize,

That you’ve only got yourself in this world,

Do you understand the true meaning of happiness.

Sure, things can bring you happiness,

But you can’t rely on them to be your happiness.

Create your own light,

And be your own happy.


4 thoughts on “An Item Called Happiness”

  1. Hi, it’s Hannah from The World is Quiet Here!
    I finally got round to visiting your beautiful blog (sorry, it took so long).
    Your poetry is so beautiful, they’re really meaningful pieces that hold a lot of emotion which I love ❤
    Your blog as a whole is something really special and I think it needs more publication!!

    Keep posting, can't wait to read more!
    Hannah ❤

    Liked by 1 person

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